The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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"...an explanation that keeps me from destroying you right away."

Soshyan's attitude can be described as very tough, belonging to the kind of bayonet when meeting.

Although Eli Dazarton was very upset and even clenched his fists, the Terminators told him very clearly that the other party really had this ability.

In the end, he chose to swallow this breath, not for himself, but only for the other brothers to survive and the continuation of the battle group.

"We are not traitors."

Soshyan shook his head.

"Is it a traitor? It's not what you think, it's what the Empire and the Inquisition think, and you were declared a traitor by excommunication a long time ago."

"We've got rid of Crannon and the others."

"Tsk tsk, don't tell me you weren't involved in what the Crimson Sabres did in Demetrius."

Soshyan also did his homework before coming, because the Crimson Sabre is a typical case, so each chapter has more detailed records about their rebellion.

The Crimson Sabres were really declared a treason by the Terra Council, the direct reason being that they slaughtered the planet Demitra, and then forced their way through the Cadian Stargate, clashing with the Imperial Fist fleet.

"This--"

Hearing the name of Demetria, Eli Dazarton's forehead bulged with blue veins, his face became very ugly, and the other crimson sabers fighters also touched their weapons.

There was an immediate response to their movements, and the storm bolters in the Terminators' hands simultaneously made a clicking sound of disengaging the safety locks.

Eli Dazarton took a deep breath and raised his hand.

"Brothers, calm down."

The soldiers of the Crimson Sabre obeyed the commander's orders and dropped their hands again, while Soshyan always saw him with a sneer.

"I admit, Demetrius massacred us for a part, but that's for a reason, we're damned—"

"Curse? That's your excuse? What's that?"

Soshyan pointed to something on Eli Dazarton's waist.

At first he thought it was some kind of decoration, until just now he realized that it was actually a tattered child's doll, with a disproportionately large head and eyes.

How could a Space Marine carry a doll?

This looks unbelievably grotesque.

Hearing Soshyang's words, Eli Dazarton was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously put his hand on his waist to cover the thing.

But as soon as he touched that thing, his world changed.

The flight deck, the astral knight, and everything else disappeared.

He returned to Umidyar, that cursed day.

Eli Dazarton is confronted with countless faces, each carved from primal fear, but each pair of eyes expresses understanding and desperation—they know these killers are part of the responsibility of defending humanity. Men, they are the loyal protectors of the Empire and the Emperor's Chosen.

Every pair of eyes, except one.

The figure that followed the unkempt refugee was not a fanatical believer in the Mighty Destruction, nor a student of taboo knowledge or depraved behavior, nor was the deity in her hands an incarnation of a filthy, unspeakable god.

It was a little girl less than five years old, covered in coal dust, who followed behind the adults, hugging a doll with a disproportionately large head, her eyes fixed on her chest.

The dark skin on her face was carved with ravines, the traces of tears revealed her pale flesh, those sharp green pupils that had lost their youthful innocence, looked from one side of the narrow jungle path to the other, overly vigilant lurking. danger in the dark.

Out of the corner of Eli Dazarton's eyes, he saw the fighters begin to remove guns from their thighs.

Eli Dazarton stretched out his arm and tried to stop one of them, but when the man turned his head, he was horrified to find that it was himself - at this time his face was mixed with apology and doubt.

Slowly, the evacuated Umidians bypassed the Space Marines, some limping or unable to move freely and had to be supported by others.

They stayed in sight for a few minutes, and just as the last of them was about to disappear from sight, the little girl, who had been looking left and right, turned and looked back down the path.

She looked straight at him, her big emerald eyes pleading, as if asking him a question—

Why?

Why?

Why?

Then, the roar of the bolter drowned everything—

"No! It shouldn't be like this!!"

Eli Dazarton fell to his knees, crying out of control.

He startled Soshyan this time, and the Terminator almost went off the rails.

Soshyan then calmed down, but to see a Space Marine cry like this, he felt a little confused and pitiful, what did this person endure? What can force an Astarte, whose will is stronger than steel, to be like this?

"What are you—"

"Why did you do this?"

As soon as Suoshyang opened his mouth, a voice suddenly sounded in his ear. Although it was almost as soft as the wind, he still heard it.

He frowned and glanced around—at first he thought it was some daring mortal servant standing up for their master, but the flight deck was empty, not a single one.

"Can you hear me?"

Then he turned to ask a Terminator behind him, looking around for the source of the sound.

"Uh... Chapter Master, what do you hear?"

"What have we done to get you to justify this massacre?"

Soshyan's brows furrowed even tighter.

"That voice, the voice of a woman."

"Captain, I heard nothing...except the traitor's cry."

"We did nothing to you, nothing."

Soshyan was quite sure that there was a voice,

This kind of whisper made him smell the warp, a kind of conspiracy.

So his eyes turned cold, and he shouted sharply:

"Who is playing this little trick!"

The power of the gray marrow spread out from him, forming a cold wind that swept the entire flight deck.

At this moment, something suddenly slipped off Eli Dazaton, who was kneeling on the ground, which made him stunned for a moment, then jumped up suddenly, drew out his sword and pointed at Soshyan.

"What is this! What have you done to me!"

Soshyan looked down and found that there was an ugly creature on the ground that looked like some kind of fish. It was constantly flowing with a pattern similar to a human face~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and sent out different Voices, male and female, old and young—

Why?

Why?

Why?

Before Soshyan could examine it further, with a screeching sound, the thing declared its doom, turning into a pool of pus.

And on other Crimson Sabre warriors, similar things dropped.

"You are a wizard!"

Eli Dazarton seemed to be a little crazy at the moment, and pointed his sword at Soshyan with a twisted face. What he did was exchanged for the dark muzzle of twenty storm bolters.

But the warriors of the crimson saber were fearless, and also drew their weapons and stood behind their captains.

The atmosphere once reached a critical point.